On this day Steve HoopTiger fulfilled a deal with me, which was to take Lindsay and I on a tour in his 90’s Mustang (YES!). Yet another amazing day. I’ll end up falling in love with this place. I took Lindsay to Boogaloos (again, seriously, best place ever – possibly indicated by the fact we had to wait outside to be seated this time) where Steve picked us up.
We set out towards Golden Gate Bridge, and found an apparently rare parking space right next to the Exploratorium. What an excellent chilled-out space! We didn’t go inside but wandered through the Greco-Roman-esque architecture and watched the little red-eared slider turtles swimming around, and bizarrely took a crazy amount of photos of swans (no, I wasn’t on drugs).
Golden Gate Bridge is nothing short of incredibly vast… and crazily orange. Sickeningly high with incredible views over the Bay area (you can’t see much of the Pacific unless you fancy playing chicken). It was spectacular (albeit not good for my vertigo) and apparently we caught it on a really mild weather day.
After Golden Gate Bridge, as usual, thinking with our bellies – we ended up at the Tenderloin for some amazing Thai food, before popping over to Fisherman’s Wharf. Considering this is supposed to be one of the places to visit, there’s not that much going on with Fisherman’s Wharf, apart from the Sour Dough museum. We forced Steve to go on a boat with us to the bridge and around Alcatraz and ended up with a totally different experience from the morning – freezing fog!
To warm up we went back to the Sour Dough museum for coffee and delicious dough, nom, before driving over to Noc Noc in the Haight to meet up with the Fireworks crew. It was also starting to speed away, and I realised San Fran would be over sooner that I thought. Hmmm.